Porto's weird drizzle and hidden corners

just stepped off the train and the sky is a weird mix of drizzle and sunshine

i just checked and it's a thin mist, there right now, hope you like that kind of thing.

if you get bored, the next town is only a short drive away.

the air feels like someone spilled coffee on a cold stone, and the locals are busy arguing about who has the better pastel de nata.

someone told me that the best espresso hides behind a graffiti‑covered alley near the river, and i heard that the night market pops up only on Thursdays.

*the cobblestones are slick, the lanterns flicker like old film reels, and the market stalls smell of sea salt and fresh bread.

- grabbed a cheap rain jacket from the hostel shop
- packed a notebook, a half‑charged phone, and a weird obsession with street art
- tipped the bus driver a smile and a promise to return

the cobblestones glow under the street lamps, and the river whispers secrets to anyone who leans over the rail.

i slipped into a tiny café where the barista whispered that the pastry chef used a secret cinnamon blend, and i heard that the old bookshop on Rua das Flores hides a basement full of vinyl records.

here’s a quick snapshot of what i’m vibing on:

- gear list: raincoat, camera, endless curiosity
- pro‑tip*: wander after sunset, the city breathes differently

you can find more crazy stories on TripAdvisor or Yelp for the hidden espresso spot, and the local board Porto Forum often has rumors about pop‑up gigs.